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Dave Sandford, KSM, Inc., New York, NY 1. Green Day - American Idiot (Reprise) Green Day have always
written great songs since they hit the radio waves with Longview’s
ode to masturbation and have matured in sound through the years with the
anti-prom song Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) and the Kinkseque Waiting,
but I never thought they would be the band to make not only one of the
greatest concept albums of all time, but also one of the first great and
truly rock and roll records of this decade. American Idiot is a
squealing guitar driven masterpiece (I hate the term rock opera as opera
does not rock) focusing on an angsty twenty-something male battling a
drug problem, a broken home, the conservative way of life, and a broken
heart. These stories are mostly told in the two jaw dropping, fist
pumping, epic pieces “Jesus of Suburbia” and “Homecoming.”
In these 9 minute master pieces Green Day mashes up several styles mixing
everything from simple pop-punk to hard rock with a piano back beat to
cutesy,doo-wop and even borrows melodies from Bryan Adam’s Summer
of Sixty Nine. The other album tracks are just as thrilling.
American Idiot and St. Jimmy remains true to the Green Day fast guitar
start and stop sound and you can almost hear Billy Joe’s sneer come
through the biting lyrics. Are We The Waiting is an anthemic, lighter
raising cry for help (which oddly sounds like P.O.D’s Youth Of A
Nation), the dreamy Give Me Novocain floats perfectly on groovy, surf
guitar licks, and Holiday feels like a fight song written by the Clash
with backing vocals doing a call and response. As far as musicianship,
Green Day is an extremely tight unit and drummer Tres Cool’s changes
in the epic songs are mind blowing. Even if you are not a Green
Day fan please just listen to this album once. It is a riveting
piece of storytelling that gives great insight on today’s social/political
climate and also rocks. If Float On was the only
great song on this record it would still be my #2. That song is
a U2 like song of hope from a band that usually revels in stories of doom
and road weary travels. It’s a great “shit happens, but you
can deal” song. The rest of the album does lead down a dark
path but it’s the music that keeps it up beat feel. The View’s
frantic, dance feel provides great rhythm for leader Isaac Brock’s
panicked voice. Black Cadillacs soft beginnings transforms into
an almost vaudevillian trance as Brock’s words “We named our
children after towns that we have never been” skips over light piano
keys followed by a rage of cymbal bashing. One Chance follows in
the same path but Brock’s vocalizing in the chorus makes it seem
like the words are physically falling out of his mouth. I am sure
Epic Records is finally thrilled that this indie darling has provided
some grand income, but I have a feeling that the celebrity success that
Modest Mouse is earning now will make for some great, darker tales. If U2 and Tom Waits made
a record together it might sound like this. These New York college
rock champs provide a mixture of bluesy, guitar jangly rock with a Waits’
like drunken, vocal swagger on tracks like What’s In It For Me,
My Old Man, and especially the toy piano tinkered Hang On Siobhan.
The U2 sounds comes in more of the Edge’s creation of a driving
guitar sound that actually make you feel like you are running to or from
something a la Where The Streets Have No Name. These sounds are
mirrored in songs like The Rat in which the guitar and snare to hi-hat
hits seem to be in race with each other and Thinking of a Dream I Had
in which singer Hamilton Leithauser talks about subways but also sounds
like he recorded his vocals on one as well. These Canadians are my
favorite new rock act this year. Funeral dips into several rock
genres but never sounds forced. The chaotic Pixies inspired rock
of Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) and the Frank Black shouting of Neighborhood
#2 (Laika) are wonderful album openers. Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles)
is light and folky stomp around the campfire in the woods while Haiti
brings the same mood but the light piano touches and French accented vocals
transport you to a beautiful beach lit up by torches. The band even
squeezes an arena anthem in with Wake Up’s slow trudging guitar
strumming blending with an explosive soulful choir. Flirting with an Americana
sound more reminiscent of their 2nd album Being There then the critically
acclaimed and indie rock low-fi A Ghost Is Born is another top notch album
in Wilco’s 5 album catalog. Starting off with the slow rockers
At Least That’s What You Said and Hell Is Chrome leader Jeff Tweedy
continues to take us into his troubled mind where he is constantly fighting
his personal relationships with his family, his band mates, and his friends.
The album begins to lighten up (mostly musically, not lyrically) with
the folksy guitar strum of Muzzle of Bees and the piano romp of Hummingbird
with perfectly poetic and probably reflective lines like “His goal
in life was to be an echo.” The bass line reminiscent of Bowie’s
Diamond Dogs and Heroes helps the listener bounce through Tweedy’s
struggles with addiction in Handshake Drugs and I’m A Wheel the
closest punk rocker that Wilco has ever done will make every alt-country
rocker bang their heads to the bluesy guitar riffs and nonsense lyrics.
Once the 90’s were
bombasted with grunge, pop-punk, and rap rock it looked like the 80’s
synth rock was gone for good. Well two kings of these sounds, Duran
Duran and INXS, had a baby, a killer baby. Hot Fuss is a grooving
dramatic record mixing dancing keyboard rockers like Somebody Told Me,
Mr. Brightside, and Midnight Show with more British sounding swingers
like Smile Like You Mean It and Change Your Mind (where on both tracks
singer Brandon Flower’s deadpans Michael Hutchence’s dreamy,
sincerity with a hint of Morrissey’s over the top vocal dramatics).
The stand out track is All The Things That I’ve Done a Queen like
gospel rocker filled with a fantastic guitar lick, soulful choir, and
silly but irresistible sing along lyrics like “I got soul, but I’m
not a soldier” Maybe on their next record the Killers will make
sure this sound will not disappear again for another 15 years. Last year I wanted to
be in the White Stripes. This year I think I could be a Hive The amount of press singer
songwriter/pianist Nellie McKay got on this album made her sound like
the next Norah Jones, thank the Holy Holies she doesn’t even sound
close. This double disc (a bit much for a debut record) is a vocal
mix of sexy Billie Holiday meets Broadway’s cheery Forty Second
Street like musicals and old timey vaudeville choruses combined with the
cynical gift of story telling that is found in Randy Newman and Tom Waits
songs plus a few dabs of Woody Allen humor thrown in. From the tongue
in cheek I Want to Get Married to the sing-songy Ding Dong about her cats
death to the spoken word/rap song of Work Song this album is filled with
so many styles it will make you dizzy. So dizzy you will fall down giddy,
hit play again and spin around some more (and then probably vomit). This band wants to be
a huge rock act in the biggest way. On their third full length they
abandon the poppy, but moody feel of their hit (and O.C. theme song) California
and all their Elvis Costello influences to make a raw, Strokish sounding
album. The album is filled with rockers like the blistering bass
driven opener Happy Ending, the ska influenced Bad Business, and sexy,
slithering First Things First. There is something missing from this
record though. I guess it is the pop. Just like I need milk
with my cookies, I need a little pop with my rock. Technically a mash-up
is when you combine one song with another (For example placing the music
of The Strokes Last Night under the vocals of Christina Aguilera’s
Genie In A Bottle). This album (a combination of The Beatles’
White Album with Jay Z’s Black Album) is not true to its definition
(it is more of traditional sampling, then mash-ups) as a Fab Four song
never truly becomes the musical bed for Hova’s lyrics to ride on,
but it proves to be an amazing experimentation. Jay Z’s vocal
flow proves a perfect ride for George Harrison’s guitar from While
My Guitar Gently Weeps on the track What More Can I Say. Dirt Off Your
Shoulders becomes a trippy hip-hopper filtered with a repetitive sample
from Julia. Change Clothes is transformed into a crazy circus as
Piggies gives into a merry-go-round fun ride feel. December 4th,
the standout track (and my personal favorite from Jay Z’s Black
album) rides the guitar intro to Mother’s Nature Son and tells the
story of Jay’s rise out of the hood with an emotional narration
by his mother. It’s too bad this record never got an official
release due to legalities from both publishing and record companies as
it is a great musical education to generations of all ages. HOLLA!!!! Neil Diamond: Is he the cheesy Bruce Springsteen? I have discovered Neil this year and I have been lip synching Cracklin Rosie, Crunchy Granola Suite, and Holly Holy all over Manhattan. This man is a genius and a former Brill Building writer which is very cool. The Beastie Boys: They are actually not a rap group, but true comedians. Come on check this line out from their track Shazam! “I like lettuce, tomatoes, munster on rye. All this cheese is gonna make me cry. Gorgonzola, Provolone, don’t even get me started on this microphone.” Ok, MCA, I won’t. The Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame for not inducting Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five. Something seems fishy that rap could not get its first inductees into the hall of fame. I am sure some people in the rap community are quoting Chuck D “Elvis was hero to most but he never meant shit to me.” It will be a shame if the Hall waits until Run DMC is eligible or even the Beastie Boys. U2’s single and Ipod commercial for “Vertigo”: I love the single, but Bono’s counting off in the intro to the song is a rip off from Sam The Sham & The Pharaoh’s brilliant “Wooly Bully.” Sing it with me “Uno, Deus, One, Two, Tres, Quatro. WOOLY BULLY.” Jack
Johnson is the new Jimmy Buffett: My friend Merv and I went to see
jammy Jack play Central Park this fall. It was an excellent show, but
Merv made me realize he is the new Jimmy Buffett. I can agree with
that. It’s light stoney music for a sunny afternoon with very lazy
lyrics. I just hope his fans are called something better then parrot
heads. Jack Heads doesn’t sound too good though. |
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